After dressing like a waste of wood, I relied on dry food to reach the peak of my life

Chapter 65 Killing a Person in Ten Steps

Seeing that her little thoughts had been punctured, Xia Shu touched her nose, and pulled the flag pole in Yuan Tianfeng's hand: "I think this weapon is very handy, it's just right for beating people."

Zhuge Su pulled Xia Shu back, and said cheerfully to Yuan Tianfeng: "Brother, sister Shu is joking, if you don't mind, just sit down and have a drink or two."

Zhuge Su took out the small table and chair from the storage bag, asked Yuan Tianfeng to sit down, and mixed a bowl of seasoning for him.

Yuan Tianfeng took the bowl and chopsticks bluntly, and the chopsticks scooped up the pot quickly.

Li Qingmeng, who was drowsy at first, didn't know whether she was drunk or awake at this time. When she first saw a chopstick stretched out in front of her to grab the meat, she stretched out the chopsticks and grabbed it without hesitation.

So Xia Shu and Zhuge Su watched helplessly as the two of them grabbed each other with chopsticks, and the contents of the pot gradually bottomed out.

Xia Shu was so angry that she asked Zhuge Su angrily, "It's just a stranger, why did you invite him? Look now, what are we eating?"

Zhuge Su comforted: "Don't panic, there are still ingredients, I'll cook them right away, and I won't let you go hungry."

Xia Shu's complexion improved.

Seeing Xia Shu's dissatisfied expression, Yuan Tianfeng put down his chopsticks, took out his handkerchief, and wiped his mouth gracefully: "Girl, I, Yuan Tianfeng, don't want to eat your food for nothing. I just made a face-to-face meeting for the girl, and it will be tomorrow. You will have a disaster, and the villain will be in trouble."

Now Xia Shu couldn't take it anymore, she stood up abruptly, and was about to hit Yuan Tianfeng with the pole in her hand: "You stinky fortune teller, I can endure eating and drinking for nothing, and you still want to curse me?"

Yuan Tianfeng raised his hands to block, when the flag on the pole swept across Li Qingmeng's face propped on the small table with his right hand, she probably felt itchy on her face, so she stretched out her left hand and grabbed the flag Twitch, almost let the hanging corner of the flag cook into the pot.

Xia Shu felt sorry for the hot pot, and couldn't care less about beating Yuan Tianfeng, so she hurriedly raised the flag.

Only then did Yuan Tianfeng see the face of Li Qingmeng who was drunk and raised his head.

He let out a "huh", stood up and approached Li Qingmeng, almost touching her nose: "This girl has a short-lived face, she is not in the right spirit."

When Xia Shu heard this, her brows stood on end with anger.

Before Xia Shu could make a move, Li Qingmeng, who seemed to be drowsy, suddenly exploded, causing Yuan Tianfeng to take a few steps back in fright.

Even if Li Qingmeng was drunk, when she heard this kind of words suddenly, she thought that someone had seen through her time travel, and that kind of horror stimulated her subconsciously wanting to protect herself deep in her soul.

Li Qingmeng stood up, looked at Yuan Tianfeng coldly, his temperament changed drastically, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

She stretched out her right hand and raised it high: "Sword!"

With a sound of "clang", the Liuguang sword that Zhuge Su saw last time when he was drunk was held in Li Qingmeng's hand again.

Li Qingmeng chanted word by word: "Ten-step-kill-one-person!"

Holding the sword in her right hand, she hangs it by her side, pointing the tip of the sword obliquely at the ground, facing Yuan Tianfeng, and walks step by step. Every step she takes, she slowly spits out a word:

"one!"

"two!"

"three!"

Like the countdown to death.

Every time Li Qingmeng took a step forward, Yuan Tianfeng took a step back.

Xia Shu and Zhuge Su next to her were all frightened by Li Qingmeng, especially Xia Shu. When she saw Li Qingmeng, she was always laughing and joking. She had never seen her so scary.

The atmosphere was oppressive and suffocating, and the hot pot, which was originally lively, seemed to be no longer fragrant.

Yuan Tianfeng, who was facing the oppression, had a feeling that a mountain was crushing him in front of him. If he made any changes, his blood would be splashed on the spot.

(End of this chapter)